Table of Contents
Part I — My Consulate years
- Applying for a position at the Indian Consulate
- Becoming permanent
- The Passport and Visa Section
- My mental arithmetic
- Mr. Mehrotra's concern
- My first talk on Hinduism
- An amusing anecdote
- Bholanath's father
- The elevator encounter
- Mr. Mehrotra's nobility
- Our reunion in San Francisco
- Singing the French national anthem
- Consulate colleagues
- Manifestation beginnings
- Ghose never cuts jokes
- Two brothers
- Among friends
- Giving my first spiritual name in the West
- Bringing refreshments for everyone
- My Christian friend
- A pronunciation problem
- Applying for extra work at Bloomingdale's
- Our pay day tradition
- A quiet place to eat lunch
- The ice cream man
- A letter to the Consul General
- I come from Chittagong
- My first harmonium
- My first musical performance
- The accomplice
- The big shot from India
- India day picnic
- How could my husband die?
- The frightened secretary
- I cannot recognise you
- The Consul General's loss
- Farewell to the Consul General
- My first camera
- Diplomatic privileges
- A performance at the Indian Cultural Centre
- Everything changes
- A Far-East reunion
- Our paths continue to cross
- All excellent smokers
- The first and last time!
- My religion is the best
- Inner blessings
- A little bit of advice
- Uncle, uncle!
- She saw India inside me
- No money, no money!
- You do not belong here
- I failed to see Jacqueline Kennedy
- A special friend
- You carry two worlds
- Is that the same Chinmoy?
- My letter of resignation
Part II — From apartment to apartment
- Dire poverty
- A short walk to the consulate
- An apartment next to the train line
- Saved by my Mother Kali
- The fat sentry
- Upstairs, soul repair!
Part III — My subway experiences
- Absent-minded hero
- Mad train versus God's Will
- Indians cannot tell a lie
- Two revolvers
- Surrender not accepted
- A nightmare journey
- My Scottish father, my Indian son
- Getting lost
- Commuting from Brooklyn
Part IV — Early friends and admirers
- My talk to the walls
- Attacked by hostile forces
- He believed in Light, not God
- The lawyer's promise
- My way of chanting Aum
- Sight-seeing in Minneapolis
- Something in my eyes
- A reunion with Ida Patterson
- My beloved Woodstock
- My first driving experience
- Writing on a napkin
- The time difference
- Learning to drive in Woodstock
- The Golden Purusha
- The heart and soul of Woodstock
- Riding the escalator at the United Nations
- The never-ending grace
- I cannot eat meat
- My bus experience
- I do not need any earthly degree
- The ten-cent store
- Second-hand clothes
- Arthur's spiritual mother
- Reading out my poems in a fancy restaurant
- A second invitation
- At the ice rink
- Hitler took care of his father
- The tooth-maker-disciple
- My first printer
- I still remember Mr. Custer
- My adopted grandmother
- Going to Viet Nam
- My fleeting smile
- A meeting with Paul Richard
- A divine warrior
- Getting a green card
Part V — The first messages
- New Year's Message for the year 1966
- Motto of the Aum Centres
- New Year's Message for the year 1967
- Anniversary message of 13 April 1967
